The Origamists II

My eyes augments the pleasure of our colliding skin
Sliding through, sliding through, sliding through you
Plotting your own death on that denim couch that I found hideous
To help the public realize that you’re some kind genius
I’ve got to hand it to you
Those paintings aren’t that great
Hey, I’m no Buddy Rich and you ain’t Monet
I like your body
I think it’s sexy
I want to make origami
All you want to do is make stains on a canvas with paint
Let’s compromise, let’s compromise and play shadow charades
All you want to do is make stains on a canvas with paint
Let’s compromise, let’s compromise and play shadow charades